Old Man. (Weeping, he stands in the child’s place)
I’m an old sinner, oft have I gone the road
Of mine own will, so now I bear the load;
And in my body grief has come to pass!
Surely, the preacher saith, all flesh is grass,
And goodliness the flower of the field.
Lo, the wind passeth, and its day is o’er,
And in his place man’s name is known no more.
God give us peace.
(He kneels. While he speaks others have entered. The scene has grown dark. One of the men carries a lantern)